Title: My Knight in Shining Armour
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This may be tricky as I've only seen King Arthur once and may not get to see it again. I may need help. A warning, some things will change. Whats that Saxon leaders name and his son?
I watched them all the time, they didn't know it. But I did. I would track them in the woods, they had no idea I was there. Sometimes I would sneak into the keep I'd disguise myself. It was hard hiding my tattoos that would betray me but I did it. I grew to like them, it was like I knew them. They were all do individual but there was an amazing bond of unbreakable brotherhood between them. Of them all I felt a kinship with Lancelot, I wanted to really know him.
"Hey pretty, come over here" a drunk Gawain called to me. I walked over, jug of ale in hand. Thanks to my uncle Merlin my tattoos were disguised. I didn't have any on my face yet. I walked over swinging my hips so they swayed slightly, barely noticeable. With a thump of my heart I noticed that Lancelot wasn't whistling or making lewd suggestions like the others but watching me intently. I briefly wondered if this was good.
"Can I help you lads?" I asked coyly.
"Lads?" Gawain asked huskily, I'll show you lads" And he scooped me up and put me in his lap. I could have killed him with my knife safely concealed within my dress and been out of the keep and into the woods and safety in a flash but I let him pull me into his lap.
"You really are all big, gruff, womanizing lads" I said flirtingly.
Gawain leaned forward and whispered in my ear I wasn't totally sure what he said because I was watching Lancelot, but he said something about showing me just how different to a lad because of his, uh, assets.
"Excuse me, but I must get on with my duties. Goodbye lads" I said my gaze lingering on Lancelot, who hadn't said a word. He gulped from his goblet looking slightly uncomfortable. I smiled to myself as I walked away and heard Bors goading Lancelot.
"Lancelot, that pretty little thing was making eyes at you" He said loudly.
"Don't be pathetic Bors, she was obviously infatuated with me!" Gawain exclaimed.
"Even more so with me!" said Galahad.
"No, she was interested in Lancelot" the usually quiet Tristan said.
"Oooooh, is that a blush I see Lancelot" Bors exclaimed with obvious glee.
"Go on, get after her" he finished.
"No, no I'm not in the mood." Lancelot said. I sneaked a look, sure enough Lancelot was red in the face and it wasn't because of the wine and ale. Very out of character Lancelot I thought and grinned.